by Mia Dymond
Muscles rippled beneath her touch as her hands caressed first the indentions of his abdominals and then higher until she flattened her palms against the hard planes of his chest. She wasted no time in then shoving the shirt from his shoulders and he deepened the kiss while he shucked the barrier between them.
Despite her body’s rebellion, she ended the kiss and then dragged her lips down the strong angle of his chin to the pulsing vein in his neck, allowing her tongue to taste the sinful flavor. Once she found the tip of his collarbone, she placed a tiny nip there and then raised her head. She could’ve sworn a lightning bolt flashed in his gaze.
Without a word she drew a fingernail across his heated skin while she stepped around him until she stood behind.
Her hormones screamed in utter agony.
There, painted in red and black flames, the shape of a beautifully–inked dragon rested against his tanned skin, covering the back of his left shoulder. And although this wasn’t the first time she’d seen the animal, it had no less of an effect.
She drew her tongue across her bottom lip as the fiery gaze of the creature met hers. Drawn in an abstract pattern of curvy flames, the dragon’s body formed a perfect letter S and stretched from muscle to muscle, emanating undisputable power readily visible. Elevated at an angle, the snout extended forward and she imagined fire shooting into the air and frying everything in its path.
As if she could absorb the strength of the animal, she moved her fingers to trace the flames of the body. She stood hypnotized by the beauty while a wave of heat so intense rolled over her that she wasn’t entirely sure the dragon hadn’t released a breath. Suddenly she understood why Chaos had such an obsession with fire – fire brought heat and heat, in turn, caused her arousal to boil out of control.
“Playing with fire will get you burned.”
His low, smooth voice brought her out of her silent admiration, urging her to step back in front of him and once again rest her palms on his abdomen.
“Maybe I have the same relationship with fire that you do.”
Very gently, she drew her fingers over the surface of his stomach and then dipped her index finger beneath his waistband to graze the tip of his erection. When his breath hitched, adrenaline and sheer wanton desire pushed her to challenge him yet again. She placed one last kiss against his lips and then stepped back while she molded her palm to the incredible bulge between his legs.
She tilted her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. His fingers tightened on her hips in an unspoken request. Without a word exchanged between them, she popped the button at his fly, lowered his zipper and then squatted between his legs. He raised one hand and drew it down the side of her face before widening his stance and moving both hands to grip her shoulders.
She ignored the fluttering in her stomach as she flattened each palm on opposite sides of his groin, leaned forward, opened her mouth over the cotton that covered him, and then released a long, hot breath while the hard shaft jumped against her lips, as if demanding entry. Without breaking the heated contact, she tucked eight fingers into the sides of both waistbands and pulled the pesky clothing over his hips until they rested mid–thigh. Immediately, he tangled both hands into the sides of her hair.
She raised her gaze and met his expression, tight with hunger as he stared at her, need glowing in his eyes.
“Easy,” he said, his voice thick and heavy.
Although she had absolutely no intention of giving him anything easy, she gave him a slow nod – just to give him an ounce of hope.
She lowered her gaze back to the length of him and then opened her mouth, pulling him inside, inch by glorious inch until he lay heavy on her tongue. Her lips closed around him. Her tongue began a lazy perusal of the smooth skin, drawing circles around the width, first up to the head and then down to the base.
Her breathing quickened as she began a tight pull from bottom to top and then back again. Each millimeter of skin moved with the suction as it slid across her lips like silk over steel. Slow and easy, just as he demanded.
“Just like that, sweetheart.”
His low, husky voice caused goosebumps to dance on her skin, her desire now demanding anything but slow. Her lips tightened around him of their own accord and without an ounce of self–control, she quickened her tempo. Hunger for this strong, virile man pushed her to devour him and her lips caressed the hard muscle until they were almost numb with pleasure. Lost in utter contentment, she relaxed her throat muscles and swallowed him whole.
“Ah God, Kat!”
Her scalp tingled as he gave her hair a good, hard yank and thrust his hips forward until her nose rested against his abdomen. Pure, raw lust sped through her system. She swallowed again.
“Sonuvabitch!”
In a blur of activity, she suddenly realized he had somehow extricated himself and now held her effortlessly against him with one arm while her feet dangled from the ground. With his free hand, he pulled up his clothing. She smiled against the skin of his neck. Dominant. Yeah, right.
Finally, he lowered her to the floor, beside him this time. “You’ve proven your point.”
“You still manhandle me like a rag doll.”
An arrogant smirk remained solidly in place as he scooped her back up in his arms, her feet draped over one bulky arm. “Physical is all I have over you.” He placed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m taking you to bed. Any arguments you’d like to voice before I do?”
“Would it do any good?”
“Only if you tell me you don’t want me to love you until we’re both unconscious.”
Her breath caught. Her heart pounded. “No arguments here.”
It took everything in him to keep Chaos from throwing Kat over one shoulder in a fireman’s hold and sprinting to the bedroom. Just the thought of that magnificent ass at biting level made his cock swell. He smirked. If that were even possible – he was already so hard he was blue.
“Your bed or mine?”
“Don’t care,” she said against the nape of his neck.
He made a mad dash for the closest room – the one she current slept in.
When he finally stood inside the bedroom, he was pleasantly surprised to see the bed free of clutter and the sheets turned down. Something told him this encounter may have been anticipated.
He placed her on the edge of the bed, squatted in front of her, lifted one smooth, shapely leg, and braced her foot on his thigh. “Sure about this?”
He slid the sandal strapped to her delicate foot free, tossed it over one shoulder, and then reached for the other foot.
“Absolutely,” she whispered.
As soon as the second shoe hit the floor, he lowered himself to his knees, allowing both of her feet to rest on either side. Very gently, he eased her skirt up and over her thighs until he spotted a very enticing emerald–green–covered treasure beneath. He reached forward and traced a finger over the edge inside one leg, taking great care to graze the tender skin there.
She drew in a sharp breath, causing him to pull his gaze off the panties that flashed go like a green light and into her equally enticing green eyes, now glazed with what he interpreted as lust. Just to be sure, he repeated the motion with his other hand on the opposite side of her panties. Another quick breath gave him undeniable confirmation. This time however, he caught a gold spark in the depths of her gaze – an unmistakable glow to prove the extent of her desire.
With a slow smirk, he moved both hands to her hips, leaned forward, placed his mouth to the green fabric covering her mound and released a long, warm sigh. Damn. The scent of her went straight to his cock and the savage beast pulsed between his legs. She released a soft whimper and raised her hips.
“Paybacks are a mother,” he told her as he gently pressed her hips back to the bed and nuzzled her with his chin. “Good girl.”
Confident she would follow instructions, he lowered his head back between her legs and repeated the motion, this time with his tongue. A feral growl left her throat and h
er legs snapped closed around his head.
Now held hostage in an erotic trap he had absolutely no desire to escape, he took full advantage. Fueled by incredible arousal, he managed to slide his index finger between her legs and inside her panties and over the slick flesh he found there.
Her legs squeezed him harder and she thrust her hips further into his touch. Determined to return the favor of making him insanely crazy, he pressed against the center of her and rubbed the slippery nub in small circles.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed as her legs fell open and granted him easier access.
His cock cursed him in the confines of his jeans, threatening to take the lead and bury itself deep in her wet, sweet, heat. Her warm, wet, sweet heat. Double Damn.
Against his will, he lifted his fingers from her body and grasped the menacing panties with both hands.
“Off,” he growled.
She answered by lifting her hips and giving him a smile. In one full swoop, he peeled the clothing over her hips, down her legs, and then tossed them to the floor, ignoring the urge to put them into the laundry hamper.
“Now you,” she whispered.
If it was one thing the military had ground into him, it was the importance of following instructions. He wasted no time in standing and shoving his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles.
He wrapped one hand around his cock and gave it a hold–on–or–else squeeze while he stepped out of his clothing. A sharp, feminine gasp drew his gaze to hers, now zeroed in on the rock hard beast he squeezed.
“Stroke it,” she demanded.
Although he realized she was determined to make them both happy with that breathy, little suggestion, his cock and his brain began a nasty argument.
Yeah, stroke me, his cock taunted.
Don’t do it, his brain warned.
Suddenly the voices in his head caused him to question his sanity, but he had enough wits about him to follow his brain’s warning.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
With another of those cock–strangling sighs, she eased herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs spread open wide and her flesh glistening in the dim lamp light. A warning tingle climbed his spine while his cock jumped in his hold. This woman was more than ready and it took every ounce of restraint he had not to flip her over and shove her back down against the sheets.
And then, while he was lost in lustful thinking, she took control out of his hands.
At a very soft touch to the top of his hand, he snapped his gaze to hers, mesmerized by the look of unmistakable arousal there.
“Could you, just once, do what I tell you to do?” she chided as she somehow managed to loosen his grip enough to move his hand up his shaft and then down to his very purple, very swollen head. The insanely satisfying movement took control over rational thought and he tightened his hold.
“I’m locked and loaded, sweetheart.”
“Don’t care,”’ she murmured.
“You like to watch, don’t you?”
Her tongue left her mouth and made a sexy sweep of her bottom lip as she nodded her approval. His balls crowded the base of his dick as if giving him one last chance to let go while he continued to stroke. Still, he persevered, basking in the power he had over her, if only for the moment.
She continued to watch, panting more than breathing, obviously stimulated by what she watched. Her nipples stood erect in the warm bedroom air, her breasts swollen and full as they rose and fell in a quick rhythm.
“Do you want this, baby?”
A small mew left her mouth just before she lay back against the sheets and propped her feet on the bed frame. “Yes, please.”
Her unusually polite request threw him off kilter and for half a second he stood stunned in front of her. Had she really just said please? He hadn’t heard Just do it, Chaos, or duh, soldier – no, she said please. Please fuck me, Chaos. He smirked. At least that was his interpretation.
His dick screamed in agony as he released his grip and then leaned forward to wrap both hands around her waist.
A frown separated her pink, pouty lips. “What are you doing?”
He answered by widening his smirk and then flipping her over onto her stomach.
“This,” he said as he lifted her hips. “Bend your knees, baby.”
Within seconds, she presented her magnificent heart–shaped ass and his knees literally shook with the urge to take her. First things first, though, there was a small issue of control they needed to settle.
“Beautiful.” He raised a palm and watched her wiggle against it as he ran it over the smooth skin. “So soft.”
He placed the opposite palm to her other cheek and began massaging each globe in a firm yet soft motion while she moaned and pressed her ass into his touch. Sweat dampened his hairline as the urge to brand her clawed his dick but still he dug deep and found the strength he needed.
He kept the motion consistent, assuring she was comfortable and relaxed in his tempo, while she continued to push back against him. Her skin was pliant beneath his hands, the toned muscles readily apparent beneath. Yet, she didn’t tense or shy away from his tender assault. Instead, her body language demanded more.
So, he obliged.
In the middle of one circular motion, he lifted his right hand, gave the flesh a firm slap, and then held his breath while he waited for her to roll over and clobber him. Instead, she raised her head and glanced over her shoulder with a sparkling green gaze.
“Did you just spank me?”
He nodded. No sense denying the obvious.
“And you think I liked it?”
Another nod. Again, her reaction was equally obvious. No way in hell could she deny her pleasure.
A slow smile covered her lips and she gave him a sexy wink. “You know I did.”
His cock twitched, now impatient as hell to taste her.
“Do it again,” she taunted.
He didn’t hesitate. With his hand nearly shaking with arousal and his gaze securely locked within hers, he gave the other cheek a solid smack before massaging the area in his palm.
“Mmmm,” she murmured as she dipped her head forward and arched her back even further.
Holy hell.
“Playtime’s over,” he growled as he reached beneath her waist and positioned her hips so that absolutely nothing prevented his access. He moved his right hand to his cock, placed it to her wet opening, and then plunged inside.
Sheer, unadulterated pleasure climbed his dick as he buried it to the hilt and then began a slow and easy stroke. He slid easily over her slick flesh while her inner muscles tightened around him. She was primed and ready, determined to test his patience – again.
“You’re ready, baby.” He began to piston in shorter, more rapid strokes and his cock swelled impossibly harder inside her.
“Harder,” she moaned.
Somehow, some way he managed to dig deep inside and find the strength necessary to do exactly as she asked. His cock slid in and out of her with a determined vengeance
“Ah, God, yes!” She grasped his hipbones and squeezed and then her inner walls clamped down on him and sucked. Hard. Pulsing and contracting around him.
His cock screamed for mercy, determined to chase the almighty orgasm she offered. And finally, he let go. Insane pleasure began at his cock and traveled every nerve in his body as he continued to move inside her until his muscles threatened to seize. His arms shook as he continued to balance himself above her, but he refused to leave her body. The connection between them was too strong and too desirable to break.
He finally stopped, rested his hips on top of hers, and lowered himself to his elbows. “You are amazing.”
“You too,” she whispered.
He finally kissed the middle of her forehead and rolled to the bed beside her. He reclined on his back and folded his arms behind his head. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
“For what?”
“The bi
g discussion you’ll invariably want to have.”
Her soft giggle stirred his cock. “No.”
“No?”
“Nuh–huh.” She released a soft sigh and snuggled up next to him with her head on his chest. “I’m going to get some rest and you should too.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” She drew circles on his skin with her fingernail. “I’ll be ready for round two in thirty minutes or so.”
CHAPTER TEN
Kat stood at the top of the stairs, one hand on the rail, surprised that she’d finally managed to drag herself out of bed and the warmth of Chaos’s body. They’d been awake most of the night but when he’d finally slept, the man slept like the dead. He hadn’t budged when she slid from the sheets and headed for the shower and she’d found him in exactly the same state after she finished. As tempted as she was to crawl in beside him and love him awake, he looked so peaceful and relaxed that she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt him. Little did she know, he hadn’t really been asleep and initiated a sneak attack by grabbing her towel and pulling her back into bed.
By the time he was done with her, she had a delightful whisker burn on several strategic areas of her body and his sincere promise of pancakes to make it up to her. It had only taken her minutes to throw on a bra and panties, a tank top, and a pair of shorts. And she would’ve forgone the bra except he insisted she carry her phone and her shorts didn’t have pockets.
She grinned. Although she couldn’t hear the water running, she knew he was in the shower and she saw it clearly in her mind. He now stood gloriously naked in the shower while water cascaded down his bulky muscles. She licked her lips. If she pulled back the curtain and stepped in beside him, she’d lather her hands in soap and then glide them up and down his thick biceps, staircased abs, and toned thighs. Once he was good and soapy, she’d lift one leg and drape it across one of his hips so he could position himself right where she wanted him to slide right in.
With her body now on fire, she reached for the hem of her tank top, ready to yank it over her head while sprinting toward the bathroom when she was rudely pulled out of her fantasy by a knock at the door.
